Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 33
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Panel 1：特写Roka举起的镀铬右手，手上的眼睛转动着环顾昏暗的货舱。 Tohum：「没有灯。没有机器。」 Tohum：「我睡了多久？」 Panel 2：Roka挪着身子退到一堆废料旁，把镀铬手臂举离自己。 Roka：「我怎么会知道？！」 Tohum：「成功了吗？」 Panel 3：特写Roka困惑的脸。 Roka：「到底什么成功了？」 Tohum：「人类都死光了吗？」
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Roka举起的镀铬右手上的眼睛环顾黑暗的货舱，问事情有没有成功；背靠着废料堆的Roka完全不明白它是什么意思。
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In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.